Kess had been sitting in the tavern. He's made a habit, in his long life, of sitting in taverns and watching people. Triesti would suggest he put it on his business cards: tavern creep.

It was the best way to get information: about a new place. About the people.

And about how careful he would have to be about...what he was. And someone trying that hard to be inconspicuous? Was conspicuous.

He slid into the booth next to him. Close, but not too close, and not opposite, adversarial. "Most people drink to forget. Is your life so good that you have nothing you wish to forget?"